I got my bong out and I filled her up a one hitter and she took it right down her lungs and when she let it out she said now that is what I need so I ...illed her up another one before I took a hit . I filled them till she said she was good .I asked her if she would like a glass of something to drink and told her i had some ice tea if she would like some . She said yea she would like some so I went out and got her a glass. I came back in my room and gave her the glass and she took a drink and. And how wonderful is it that while you are availing yourself of all thepleasures we have to offer, charlene will be continuing on her guidedtour to new depths of sissification the likes of which she has neverdared to dream! You spoke earlier, something about new levels, orbreaking through or something similar... Well all of This (Joy made asweeping hand gesture covering the hallway and the room they had justcome upon) guarantees that, and You don't have to lift a finger to makeit happen.Many. They had been born within weeks of each other, and although John's parents had seen their wealth escalate far beyond that of Kevin's family (who were not exactly broke), the boys had spent most of their early life as playmates. Thus it was that they were best friends even when John went away to an exclusive military academy when he turned twelve.Now almost six years later they still spent most of each summer sharing adventures, such as this tour of Italy. They were allowed a great deal of. Not now, not now!”She hopped off the bike and kneeled beside it, pulling off her helmet and placing it beside her on the dirt. She reached towards the metal and then cursed loudly, waving her hand as the hot engine burned her through her glove. Her frustration was palpable. Matt was almost afraid to offer help, watching her as she pounded the bike with her fist.“Er ... engine trouble?” he asked.She turned to look at him over the shoulder of her leather jacket, the expression on her face almost.